The Alpha King's Contracted Luna by Nelson Claudia

Chapter 144

Chapter 144

-Ava’s POV-

The words sent a chill through me, but I refused to let it show. lan’s grip on my hand was firm, his fingers like iron shackles, his movements deliberate and commanding as he led me into the opening steps of the dance. His touch felt like fire and ice–a blistering mix of control and fury–and I hated the way he held me so effortlessly, as though he still had a right to.

The music swirled around us, a slow yet haunting melody that echoed the tension in the room. Every step we took seemed deliberate, a calculated move in this twisted game he was playing My heart pounded in my chest, not from the routine but from the growing rage that simmered beneath my skin.

“I have nothing to say to you,” I hissed under my breath, trying yank my hand free from his unrelenting grasp.

His grip only tightened, his claws teasing the edge of my skin as daring me to struggle further. His lips curved into a mocking smirk as his voice dropped low, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Then listen,” he whispered, his words cutting like a blade. “That’s something you’ve always been good at, isn’t it? Obedience. You’re nothing more than a pathetic little puppy on a leash, pretending you’ve broken free.”

My jaw clenched as his words sunk in, each one carefully crafted to strike where it hurt the most. I wanted to lash out, to

my tone. scream at him, but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, I glared at him, forcing venom into

“Let me go, Dylan,” I snapped. The routine forced me closer to him, his smirk widening as he leaned in, our movements flowing seamlessly despite the tension.

“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice dangerously calm. He spun me outward, the motion smooth and practiced, before pulling me back into his chest. His lips brushed close to my ear, his next words sending a chill down my spine.

“You’re going to be useful for once,” he said, his tone sharp and biting. “You’re going to get me an in with Grayson Blackwood.”

The audacity of his demand stunned me into silence for a moment, but then a laugh escaped my lips. It wasn’t one of humor but of disbelief and rage.

“Grayson doesn’t associate with lowlifes,” I said coldly, my voice steady despite the anger boiling beneath the surface.

pressing into my side. The sting

of my pain, and as quickly as they had come, his claws retracted. I glared up at him, fury burning in my chest, but he didn’t

voice dripping with menace. “Don’t

see the pain he had caused. Instead, I spun myself in time with the routine, using the

a flash of his wolf breaking through his carefully crafted façade. The sight should have terrified me, but I held my ground, watching as the wolf inside him receded almost

response wasn’t what I expected. Instead of lashing out, he smiled, his gaze dropping pointedly to my neck. His smirk widened, his

but.

he said, his eyes gleaming with something that sent a shiver down my spine.

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escape it, you’ll always be my fated mate. You’ll

his gaze head–on, my voice steady as I replied. “I “couldn’t care less,” I spat. “Is there a reason you’re suddenly interested in the fact that we’re fated? Last I checked, you were too busy sticking your dick in someone else while

my words seemed to hit its mark. is expression faltered, the smirk slipping into something colder, more dangerous. Then, as if regaining control, he spun the again, his movements sharp and

me at the peak of the motion, sending me off balance. My heart leapt into my throat as I stumbled, but before I could fall, his hand shot out, catching

the motion left me breathless, my chest heaving as stared up at him in

said, his tone mockingly sweet. “Think about how much

na a

nerve I’d been trying to bury all night. My hands curled into fists, but I kept my voice steady. “I don’t care

chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through my chest. That’s a lie. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be hosting this ridiculous ball, and

admit, but I shoved the thought aside, focusing on the rage bubbling beneath the surface. I tried to shove him

done,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “The dance isn’t over.”

comforting strength I hadn’t realized I needed. I

clawed